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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    cold light of the stars the same; any
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    Electra

    She is so fucking bored. 

    There are fewer and fewer men to fuck around with during the frigid season. They are bundled up in their little prissy kingdoms, fornicating with one night stands. But Electra wants something more in her life, than simply screwing every eye candy in sight. She wants a little edge to her life, perhaps something a bit more thrilling to enthrall her, and she wasn't going to find that in any of the common lands. The men there just far too bland.

    So she finds herself venturing to the field, and while on her short journey, she decides a change in style wouldn't hurt. She quickly constructs a look in her mind, something simple yet, eye catching. The dark verdant of her coat fades away engulfed by the mix of ink and ivory. An Ebony splash, tied together with a bright azure mane, that filters down her her neck on either side, rather messy but relatively neatly groomed. By the time she reaches the field, she has finished refining the masterpiece, that is her coat.

    Yet she feels lost here in the field, all these kingdom goers shuffling about in a hurry. She has no purpose to be here, rather than to find another obsession to her warm her bed. She observes from the edge, her violet gaze meeting with a rather handsome mulberry creature confined in the shrubbery, rippling with muscle. And with curiosity and interest she saunters towards him. Keen on meeting him.

    As she approaches, she allows a gentle smile to tug at her lips, breaking away from her RBF (resting bitch face). She inspects the foliage cradling him, the branches of the trees bending at his will. How curious, and how hot. She thinks to herself, biting her lip."Hey whatcha doing?" Her tone is sweet, but a little rough around the edges.

    Like the sweetener you are



    I'm super rusty xD
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    cold light of the stars the same; any - by woolf - 09-06-2018, 09:43 PM
    RE: cold light of the stars the same; any - by Electra - 09-08-2018, 04:36 PM



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